Common sense,
so simple
yet for some,
so foreign and
uncommon.
leensthoughts
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leensthoughts 11w
There is no way to peace.
Peace is the way.
So, peace be upon you
as I bid you adieu. -
leensthoughts 11w
I pray you find someone
who speaks your heart
and soul’s language,
or someone committed
to learning you,
so you don’t waste time
trying to translate
all that you are. -
leensthoughts 11w
You are complicated,
in the eyes of those
that don’t understand.
You are everything
that is beautiful and
simple,
in the eyes of those
that do understand. -
leensthoughts 11w
I pray that
my definitions of love
based on what I found in
my grandparents -
compassion, closeness,
support, loyalty, humility -
are not altered
by the harshness
and bitterness of life events
and people with
wintered hearts. -
leensthoughts 11w
Love can manifest as a metaphysical connection,
binding the mind and the heart,
it transcends the body
and extends beyond the confines
of time and space.
Though it is free, leaves
and comes as it wills, and
manifests only if you choose to let it.
And it lives, only if you’re attentive to it.
For like a flower,
if watered it blooms;
if neglected, it wilts -
leensthoughts 11w
Two things that matter at the end of one’s life:
Feeling fulfilled in purpose
Quality of one’s relationships -
leensthoughts 11w
To be grateful and graceful.
To not attach bigger meaning
to fleeting things, for all
is fleeting in this world.
To enjoy the breeze on one’s face
and the sun rays’ warmth.
To be grateful and graceful
as the wind gets colder
and changes course,
and the clouds
submerge the sun.
To be grateful and graceful.
To be steady as the seasons change. -
leensthoughts 11w
Let things leave.
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leensthoughts 12w
“Perhaps we brought out
the worst in each other.”
Or, perhaps we
brought out
exactly what we both needed
to learn and experience.
You learned to communicate,
and not postpone.
I learned to be angry,
and say no.
I think we both learned
to live relationships backward,
out of order,
be uncomfortable,
to lose a little,
and still be okay.
- Much as I care for you, I’ve cared
for your dead Orchid out of which a new seed now blooms.
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Unexpected encounters
Like two ends of a globe
Like two shores of an ocean
They swirl and strobe
They melt at horizons
Sometimes from distance
Sometimes at an arm's length
they chime with our rhythms
they juxtapose with our wavelengths
Yet, they fail to meet scouting eyes
and fall short of startling highs
For,
they are drifting and discreet
until our heart learns to row
in waters of guileless beats.
©pacifierpunch
